Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2005 22:51:22 -0500
From: Richard <rwestgate@rogers.com>
Subject: Naked School Teacher Chapter 11

This is an original work of fiction, though based upon some true locations
and general circumstances. All of the characters exist only in my own
fevered imagination and none of the sexual incidents actually happened. I'm
happy to hear your thoughts about the story.

My sincere thanks to those who have written me. Your encouragement is
helpful in motivating me to write.

Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com


Naked School Teacher

Chapter 11.

So it was that when the lights came on and a group of uniformed police
officers yelled at the crowd to remain exactly where they were, David and
Mac were back in the stripper's change room way back from the group of
police. They looked out to see what was going on. "We gotta get out of here
Mac," David said urgently.

They slipped out of the emergency exit that led into a back alley behind
the building. No one was around -- something of an oversight on the part of
the police, David thought. They made it back to the hotel, and checked out
saying they needed to get back home early. David paid in cash and made sure
he got his credit card slip back. He drove them very carefully back to the
cottage without stopping.

News of the raid appeared in all the papers and on radio and TV the next
day -- well, it was really later the same day since the raid took place in
the early hours of the morning.

David and Mac were described only as a young white male and a young black
male. Their stage names were used, and since David had made sure that they
did not give their real names to the strip club manager, he hoped there
would be no way to trace him. However, he couldn't forget that his photo
had been published recently in the local Tonbridge and Tunbridge Wells
papers, and that Mac had appeared on national television. He hoped that no
one at the club would cooperate too much with the police, although he had
to face the fact that the raid had probably taken place because someone
from the audience, perhaps earlier in the week, had complained to
police. The police might in fact have had someone planted in the audience
that night to tip them off -- the fact they arrived on the heels of David's
live sex performance strongly suggested that was the case. Only the fact
that the manager flicked the lights off at almost the second that the sex
happened on stage had saved them.

David hoped that the club did not suffer too much as a result of his
actions. He made a vow to himself that if subsequent charges to the club
resulted in a fine, he would send an anonymous donation to help.

Meanwhile, as he said to Mac, they really MUST keep a very low profile for
the remainder of the summer. School would be back in less than two weeks,
so it was not too much longer. Perhaps they should now concentrate on their
spy mission on Horrible Hairy Johnson!

When they got back to the cottage, there were several phone messages. All
of them were from people who had attended one or other of the fetish
parties. They wanted David to provide his Naked Butler services at
receptions and parties in their homes. David spent the afternoon returning
the phone calls and making detailed enquiries about the parties, especially
emphasizing his need for discretion. He was NOT in the business of making
too much of a public splash, he told them, his services were VERY
confidential -- he would protect the identities of all those in attendance,
and in turn he expected that they would protect his.

He knew it was a risk. Yet in spite of his determination earlier that day
to lay low until all the naked and sex scandals associated with him died
down, he realized that he could no more stop doing this than he could stop
breathing.

He discussed it with Mac, who immediately suggested that he go along as
well. If one Naked Butler was good, surely two would be better? David
vetoed the idea. At first. Then as Mac had known he would, he relented as
he thought about what such an experience would feel like. He called back
his first appointment, and suggested the idea -- there would be no
difference in the cost, but would they like TWO Naked Servants that night?

It was probably the fact that David used the term "naked servants" that put
the idea into the mind of his host. "What about two Naked Slaves?" she said
a touch lasciviously. Then she asked about David's golden manacles and
collar, did he still have them? What about the other slave, did he have
similar equipment? That would definitely clinch the deal, and if he did,
then she would pay double David's asking price.

That was how Mac got his wish to have the same set of piercings as
David. They spent the next few days visiting local piercing parlours, and a
gay leather fetish shop. All of Mac's piercing rings were made of surgical
stainless steel, and the metal bands on his arms and legs all matched, as
did the heavy cock ring. However they were not custom made, nor did they
have the expensive magnetic locks that David's did. However, they were by
no means cheap, and the final bill was well over a thousand pounds.

When everything was finally done, they stood side-by-side, decked out in
their regalia, admiring themselves in a mirror. David, fair golden skin
with sparkling gold bands and rings everywhere, Mac black skinned with
brilliant silver bands and rings. The stores had done a good job of
matching David's jewelry with very close approximations, so they definitely
looked as though they were a matched pair.

They spent as much time as they could when not in the Tonbridge piercing
parlours, lounging around the school grounds discreetly observing the
comings and goings of Horrible Hairy Johnson. They made cryptic notes in a
little notebook and gradually got a picture of his schedule. They figured
the best time to raid his basement lair at school was from seven to ten in
the evening. He always left around six-thirty and then he'd sometimes drop
by between ten and eleven to do some minor checkup on something or
other. But between seven and ten on a weeknight, he had never been back.

Conversely, if they had to raid his home, they would have to do it in
daylight hours in full view of neighbours. And in the country neighbours
observed EVERYTHING. So they hoped it would not come to that!

Their first naked slave party was at a well-to-do home in a very discreet
part of Tunbridge Wells, where the houses were spaced far apart, well
screened from the road and from each other. The party was small, no more
than twenty guests were expected.

David and Mac arrived half an hour before the guests. They disrobed and
followed the hostess to learn the layout and their duties. The hostess told
them that that she would give party favours in the form of little leather
flagellation whips -- toys really. The guests would be free to whip the
slaves at will, though not hard. David wasn't sure about this, but Mac
seemed excited by the prospect, so they said okay.

Whoever was nearest the door would be required to answer it and take the
guest's coat or wrap if needed and to usher them into the party area.

When the doorbell rang the first time, it was Mac. He opened the door
ceremoniously, stood to one side and bowed slightly. "Oh my Lord!"
exclaimed the arriving guest, turning to her husband, "Celia never ceases
to amaze me! This is wonderful!" and she swished into the house, casting
off her wrap into the waiting hands of the black be-jeweled slave. Mac
showed them into the main reception room, handing her the little whip with
the explanation that it was to be used on the hides of the slaves if they
displeased, or pleased, or for any reason at all really!

"Oh how delightful," she crooned, giving it an experimental flick at Mac's
tantalizing ass. Mac had not realized how much such a tiny thing could
hurt! It stung like a dozen bee stings! He yelped a little, causing his
tormentor to giggle. "I'm going to really enjoy tonight," she announced to
her bemused husband.

David and Mac were kept very busy welcoming guests, serving the drinks tray
around the group of reception rooms, and bearing their whippings at all
sorts of inconvenient moments. However, they bore it all in good fun, and
didn't spill a drop of any drinks onto the fearfully expensive carpets.

As the evening wore on, the whippings became more adventurous, and migrated
from slashes to their buttocks to gentle cuts to their cocks and
balls. Fortunately no one whipped them very hard, especially the men, who
would often wince at the treatment meted out by their wives! Probably
imagining themselves on the receiving end!

However, the attention to their cocks did result in both of them becoming
hard. They stayed that way most of the evening. Neither of them drank any
alcohol so they remained clear-headed all night. Which is more than could
be said of the guests. People began to leave until just the usual hard-core
group remained. The hostess broached the subject of a sex demo with
David. He at first refused, but when Mac heard the price she was willing to
put up, he persuaded David.

There were six people left at the party, and only the hostess knew what was
coming. David and Mac circled the seated group and served them with
drinks. The whips were used and both boys were hard and dripping. They
knelt together in the middle of the small group, and endured the whips as
they huddled together as if sheltering from the blows. Their huddle
gradually became more and more erotic until they were kissing deeply and
fondling each other's cocks and balls.

As they became more and more aroused, the little stings of the whips
actually accentuated the stimulation and they became very passionate. They
rolled on the floor. They sucked each other, and they wrestled over and
over. They almost forgot they had an audience, and each became completely
absorbed in the other. Mac rolled David over onto his back and raised his
legs onto his shoulders, and he explored with his cock down around David's
genitals, probing into his ass hole. David almost vacuumed Mac's cock into
him. It disappeared into the soft moist depths with shocking suddenness!

The audience gasped, unheard by the two, and those watchers absolutely
could not resist reaching out and touching the heaving copulating bodies as
they writhed and heaved in the middle of the Persian rug.

Mac came inside David with a loud yell of triumph. His body arched upward,
hips thrust deep into David, and David in turn arched his hips up I the
air, head thrown back and ejaculated all over his chest!

They gradually subsided, and David lay panting, eyes closed, while Mac was
still on his knees, his cock still hard and buried in David's guts. Those
in the audience were now so hot and bothered that they did not quite know
what to do with them selves. There were two husband-and-wife couples, and
two single men -- the husbands were fondling their wives, and the single
men were not sure what to do. Various bits of clothing had been discarded
by all of them, and all the men had open shirts, one had lost his shirt
altogether, one of the single men had removed his pants! The breasts of one
of the women had been bared.

David and Mac gradually returned to conscious awareness of their
surroundings and David caught the hostess' eye with the unspoken message,
`shall we leave now?' to which she nodded, and quietly the three slipped
from the room. She handed David the thousand pounds as agreed, and the two
dressed and left the orgy to get under way. The hostess flashed her
gratitude, leaving David to wonder what her agenda had been from the
beginning. Not that he really cared.

He and Mac were sweating and messy from their exertions, so they drove home
and showered. Both were invigorated after the shower and felt they wanted
to go out and paint the town red with their new pile of cash!

They drove to a dance club in Hastings that took place in the underground
caves once used by eighteenth century smugglers. It was cool down there, a
constant 52 degrees, and it was necessary to keep moving to remain
comfortably warm. There was a live traditional (Dixieland) jazz group every
week during the summer. The two of them danced until the wee small
hours. David wore his ragged pants and shirt -- though he lost the shirt at
some point, and Mac wore his low-hung shorts with no shirt to show off his
bum, which became progressively more visible as the night wore on.

They were great dancers, and were developing a keen awareness of the
movements of each other's bodies, so they danced with almost miraculous
synchronicity. During one particularly lively number, they danced so
energetically that they cleared the centre of the dance floor -- well, the
dance cave really -- and the crowd began cheering them on! They were
jiving, joining hands, swinging each other around, and in the process, what
few clothes they were wearing became more disheveled and precarious!
David's jeans got more rips in them, and worked themselves lower on his
body. Mac's shorts started to develop rips, and slid until they completely
revealed his ass, with his cock as usual preventing them falling down to
the floor!

The crowd loved them, and when David took to giving Mac's ass a resounding
slap every time they spun by each other, they howled and cheered their
appreciation.

They clung to each other and ground their groins together, Mac held the
front of David's pants as David leaned back, pulling the front of the pants
down to expose the top of his cock shaft. The crowd cheered for more.

At some point in their abandoned twirling around, Mac got his hand into one
of David's rear patch pockets, and he held on as David leaned forward. The
fabric ripped hugely, exposing the entire cheek of his right buttock. The
music ended at that point and a slower number followed, but the crowd moved
in and hoisted them both up onto their shoulders, hands fondling them all
over! Both men and women joined in the molestation of the two young
beautiful dancers.

Their pants, with many rips in them did not take long to totally
disintegrate at the hands of their fans, and soon they were both totally
naked in the midst of a crowd yet again!

The dance continued, with them hemmed in on all sides by the crowd. They
continued to dance, hugging each other closely, their sweat drenching
them. They remained naked until the dance closed well after four in the
morning. Many in the crowd surrounded them to help them out of the club
without having to confront the management or security guards.

Once outside, they were faced with having to get to the car and drive back
with no clothes. David's car key, shoes, pants and shirt were all long
gone. This was the moment he wished he'd hidden a spare key in a magnetic
holder somewhere under his car!

It was five o'clock in the morning on Castle Hill in Hastings. Surely there
would be a garage opening up soon? Maybe if they could get down into the
town and be there when it opened, they could get a new key and make their
getaway before the town woke up?

David knew the town quite well, having grown up here. His parents still
lived here, so he was not very anxious to end up in the local paper in THIS
town! Of course, had things been different with his situation, he could
have called his dad and asked him to come get them. However, he could not
conceive of asking his father to come and rescue him naked with his naked
pupil!

So the two of them walked down the narrow road that led down to the Old
Town. David thought that on the Glebe, the horrendous modern road that cut
a jarring swath through the 16th and 17th century houses, there was a
garage. There was. And it was closed. That was okay -- they sat in an
inconspicuous spot and waited for it to open at seven o'clock.

"Cor blimey!" said the garage attendant when he arrived to open up for the
day, "wot the bloody `ell d'you two fink yer doin walkin' abart wiv no
cloves on?"

"It's a long story," sighed David, " but we lost our clothes and the car
key. Can you help us get the car started?"

"Coo, bloody `ell, this is a turnup for the book an' no mistake!" In spite
of his reaction to the two naked guys showing up at his gas station early
in the morning, he had a heart of gold, and he took them up in his truck
onto Castle Hill, where he opened the car and found a key that worked the
ignition, and they were free to go. David thanked him profusely and gave
him some money from the stash he'd hidden under the passenger seat.

"Nah, mate, you don' owe me nuffin' -- it's a story that'll keep me in
beers for years!" He drove off laughing like an idiot.

A somewhat chagrined David drove carefully back to the cottage. He was
annoyed that no matter what he did these days, however much he wanted to
maintain a low profile, he was nevertheless somehow launched into these
situations of public nudity -- just at the time that he knew if he wasn't
careful he was going to end up in jail, and Mac would be put into the care
of social services, which might be worse than jail!

Back at the cottage, David and Mac agreed -- for REAL this time! -- They
would lay low until the end of the vacation. No more getting into the news
no more being subjected to near misses with police action!



After sleeping off the effects of their late-night adventure, they observed
Johnson leaving for the evening, and around seven o'clock they were
descending into the basement level to check out his workshop.

Johnson had not locked his workshop door, fortunately, so they went
in. They brought flashlights, thinking they would not switch the lights on
and risk notice. But Johnson had left the lights on anyway, so they didn't
need the flashlights.

The room was twenty by twenty feet, with a workbench along one wall, and
much of the rest of the floor taken up by floor-to-ceiling steel shelving
units that contained all the supplies and spare parts an old building of
this size needs to keep it in good repair. Everything from plumbing
fixtures and pipes to wires and cables, electrical and lighting replacement
parts, was stacked densely into the shelves.

David and Mac walked around the workshop, but there didn't seem to be any
locked cabinets or drawers, everything was stored in open shelves. The
workbench had racks of tools pegged to the wall above, and open storage
below. They could see nothing that would suggest a photographic studio, not
even a filing cabinet or place for documents. Johnson seemed to work from a
clipboard with a checklist of to do orders. The clipboard hung on a nail
above the bench.

They walked all around the walls of the workshop looking for a closet or
cupboard or some kind of opening into another room. Nothing.

They went outside into the hallway, to see if there might be another room
that Johnson could use. There were some more storage closets, and the
entrance to the furnace room, which they searched thoroughly. Nothing!

They looked at each other in frustration. Maybe they'd have to go to
Johnson's home? That was a much riskier proposition.

David checked his watch, it was getting close to the time that Johnson
would return, they better get out. "Mac, let's go."

They turned away from the workshop, and started up the stairs. As they
reached the ground floor, they heard the outside door open and they darted
up the spiral tower staircase to avoid whomever it was. It was Johnson.

From around the spiral of the tower staircase, they saw him go down into
his lair. Mac was in favour of following him, but David persuaded him to
hold back. That was fortunate, since in just a few minutes, he returned and
headed straight up to the spiral tower staircase!

The two of them scrambled up ahead of Johnson, tiptoeing on their sneakers
making as little noise as possible. They fled up two floors and quietly
pushed open the door to the second floor hall. In the hall they dodged into
the nearest dormitory, standing empty and looking lonely with it's bare
rolled up mattresses.

Johnson's footsteps trudged up past their second floor. They ran along to
the next set of stairs to see if he emerged onto the third floor. He
didn't, so they went up one more flight -- but surprisingly he didn't come
out there either!

Puzzled, they hung around on the top floor wondering what they could do
next. The next exit in the tower above the fourth floor would put Johnson
onto the small hexagonal rooftop. He must be up there perhaps repairing
something.

David had a sudden brilliant idea. He dashed down to his classroom and
retrieved the telescope he kept there. They would both climb up to the
tower roof, perfectly innocently, to view the night sky. They would be
surprised to see Johnson up there, and chat with him, even give him a look
through their telescope!

With their story straight, they headed up the last level in the
tower. Emerging onto the roof, they were completely surprised that Johnson
was nowhere to be seen. Just in case, they set up the telescope anyway, and
then began peering over the crenellations to see if he had somehow got down
onto the pitched roofs below. Nothing.

David carefully inspected the sides of the tower all around to see if there
was a ladder or some other means of descent. There was not. Completely
baffled, they hung around on the roof for another half hour hoping that
Johnson would return from his mysterious disappearance. In the end they
packed up the telescope and entered the stairs to go home. An odd noise
sounded lower down the stairs that caused them to stop. Very quietly they
peered around the circular stairwell as they took step by careful step
down.

They were transfixed by the sight of Johnson exiting a large rectangular
opening in the wall that had not been there before! As he left the opening,
Johnson touched something on the central stairwell column and the with a
grating sound of stone on stone, the opening became part of the seamless
stone wall!

Johnson descended the stairwell. They heard the door to the parking lot
slam. They dashed up to the roof in time to see Johnson in his car depart
for the night. They went back down to the spot with the hidden door to
search for the trigger. It took a while to find it. One of the stones that
formed part of the central column to which all the radiating stone steps of
the circular stairwell were attached, could be partially rotated and served
as a switch. Turning it, part of the wall opposite sunk back about three
feet, giving them access to the space behind. The crept in and fumbling,
found a light switch.

They were in an attic space inside one of the many steeply pitched roofs on
top of the fourth floor. Lo and behold, Johnson's darkroom!

The place was quite well equipped with developing tanks and trays, but it
looked as though they hadn't been used in a while, as they were covered
with a fine layer of dust. Presumably Johnson had gone digital but had not
got rid of his old equipment.

But the thing that took their breath away was that the walls were covered
in hundreds of photographs! They were all eight by tens, and they featured
boys and men of all ages in various naked poses and even several
individuals engaged in sexual activities.

As David scanned some for the pictures, he recognized a few of the kids,
though many must have been of boys who left the school before David
began. It seemed as though some of them had been taken with a hidden
camera, as there were shots inside the communal showers, inside some of the
dormitories. Others were obviously posed shots, where Johnson must have
been directing his subject, however the canny Johnson was always careful
not to be in any shots himself. There were pictures of boys sucking and
fucking each other, and some having sex with adults, whose faces were not
in the picture.

"Wow!" said Mac, astounded at the huge number of pictures as well as the
subject matter.

"Look at these," said David, holding a large photo album he'd pulled off a
shelf. It had more of the same, but now each picture had a date and
names. They went back several years.

They spent some time skimming through various albums, looking in drawers,
but nowhere did they find the pictures of themselves that had arrived in
the mail at David's house.

"Surely it can't be someone else with a photo fetish?" said David, puzzled.

"Maybe he keeps recent ones somewhere else?" suggested Mac, "like at home?"

"Well there's no computer here, so the digital ones must be somewhere else
anyway."

"Do you think he's got cameras hidden all over the school?" Mac wondered,
"Think we can figure out which dorms or showers these were taken in and go
look to see if he's still got them hidden there?"

David looked at a few of the shower and dorm photos, "Maybe, do you
recognize any of them?"

"Yeah, I think that's our shower on the third floor. See that peeled paint
section there?"

They left the strange little room, carefully putting everything back where
they'd found it and closing the stone entrance.

In Mac's dorm level shower, they looked at the peeling paint, and David
agreed it was the same patch. Then they looked on the opposite wall to see
where a camera might have been hidden.

"Right there!" said Mac in surprise, "See that box thing? I always wondered
what it was." He pointed to a six inch square box in the corner of the
ceiling, that had been painted the same drab greenish colour as the
walls. It had a quarter inch hole in the middle.

David pulled a chair in and stood on it to reach the box. He gave a sharp
tug and it pulled away from the wall. Inside was a small device like a
webcam with a wire disappearing into the wall.

They stared at it breathlessly for a few minutes.

"What do we do now?" asked Mac.

"Good question," David pondered. He could go to the Headmaster, although he
was still out of the country. He could go to the police, although his
recent activities with Mac and the other boys made that a risky
strategy. They could do nothing. He wondered what Johnson did with the
pictures -- surely he didn't go to all this trouble just to put them into
albums in a secret tower room? David wondered if he was somehow making
money from them, selling them to collectors of such pictures.

"Well, it's late, perhaps we should just go home and think about it. I'll
put this back." David pushed the box back into it's nail holes. It didn't
look too bad.

Then they went home.





The end of the summer holidays and the start of the new term were looming
large. David spent much of his time preparing, and Mac spent time watching
TV, watching David and generally loafing around. There was no contact from
Mac's family. They came to no brilliant conclusions regarding Johnson's
secret photo lab in the turret. The Headmaster and Julia returned from
their Spanish sojourn, and assorted other staff members returned from their
various holiday pursuits. The school gradually returned to life as the
staff -- the gardeners, maintenance, domestics, house-parents, nurses and
teachers all took up residence in readiness for the onslaught.

The day before the boy's return, the Headmaster hosted a picnic and
barbeque on the great lawn at the rear of the school. In all about eighty
staff with spouses and family members congregated, wearing shorts and tee
shirts in the warm afternoon sun at the end of this magnificent summer.

The chat was about family, vacation experiences, anything except the one
thing that was on everyone's mind -- their return to the old routine.

The Head made a few announcements, one of which was to announce the first
ever staff versus boys soccer match to celebrate the beginning of the new
school year. There was a traditional staff versus boys rugby match at the
end of the Spring term, but he was introducing this new innovation to ease
everyone back into the swing of things and to show new boys that the school
was fun, didn't take itself too seriously, and so on. The sports master
followed this announcement by naming the staff team members. This included
not only teachers, but staff from every section of the school, and it
included women as well as men. Unfortunately for David, it also included
David!

Mac, who had accompanied David to the picnic as if he were family, David's
wife and son still remaining conspicuously absent, snickered near David's
side. "What?" demanded David haughtily.

"Can you play soccer?" asked Mac innocently.

"Well, no I'm absolutely hopeless," confessed David, "I don't even have any
kit."

"That's okay, you can borrow mine," offered Mac with a mischievous twinkle
in his eye."

David regarded him balefully, "What are you up too?"

"Oh nothing," Mac assured him. David was not assured. But over the next
couple of days, he forgot about it.

The boys returned, many looking pretty uncared-for. Some were in dire need
of a shower, and many had to be de-loused. The building was in its usual
beginning-of-term uproar. New boys crept fearfully around the immense
Victorian pile, exploring, being regaled with outrageously fictitious tales
of ghosts, pirates and predatory hidden monsters.

There was at least one predatory monster, David reflected as he bumped into
Horrible Hairy Johnson in the hall.

"Ah, MISTER Jones, so nice to see you again, SIR," he fawned with
exaggerated politeness and deference.

"Hello, Johnson," David greeted him curtly.

"We must play pool again sometime," Johnson offered loudly, drawing several
pairs of ears into the conversation, "I must say I enjoyed watching your
way with the balls, and I especially liked the final hole!"

David glared at him, "Anytime!" he retorted.

"Same stakes?" asked Johnson innocently.

"Whatever," snarled David as he brushed past.

"I'll hold you to that, MISTER Jones," Johnson called after him.

David fumed. There had to be a way to get the better of this guy.

It was good to see Tom and Delroy again. They'd had a reasonably good
summer. They were excited and eager to share their summer adventures,
especially their dares. They had both seen Mac on TV.

Mac, in fact was something of a hero. It didn't matter too much what he'd
done, the fact he was on TV was enough. But the fact he'd appeared on TV
totally naked was awesome. He was surrounded by kids asking him how it felt
to have the whole world see his dick. He didn't get much time to himself
the first day, and since he'd moved back into the school, he didn't get
much time with David.

The three boys were moved into a new dorm on the fourth floor. It was
larger than their previous room and contained six beds. They were curious
who the other three boys would be.

It turned out to be Errol Minot and his close henchman Clarence
Frisch. These two had been seniors last term and were the notorious bullies
and ringleaders of that senior year. It was no surprise that they'd both
failed their year. What was a surprise was that they had returned to
re-take it. They had also been put with the younger group and were feeling
somewhat humiliated as a result.

Fortunately for the three younger boys, Mac had been on good terms with
Minot the previous year, so it turned out to be a happier re-union that it
might otherwise have been. At first.

The sixth member of the dorm was a complete stranger to all of
them. Michael Dalrymple the Third, was a much smaller boy than his age
would suggest. At five feet four inches and ninety five pounds, he did not
at look as though he could be sixteen years old. His pure white platinum
blonde hair, virginally smooth pink cheeks that had never seen a razor
enhanced that impression. He looked innocent and angelic.

Michael Dalrymple the Third had been expelled from every school he'd ever
attended, usually for some violent or sexual assault on someone -- either
adult or child. His rich parents had tried every public and private
schooling option however expensive, all to no avail. The boy was
incorrigible and uncontrollable. Everyone who knew him expected that before
too long he would find himself in jail.

Michael Dalrymple the Third, said some, was the Devil incarnate!

The school settled down eventually and everyone slept more or less.

In the afternoon of the second day, following the unpacking, the touring of
new classrooms, and the meeting of new teachers, students and staff and
their families began to saunter out to the soccer field.

David, who had been trying to put this whole nightmare out of his mind,
caught up with Mac in the hallway, "You were going to lend me your kit!"
Mac produced a dirty-white rolled up bundle from his bag, with a pair of
mud-caked soccer shoes.

"There you go!" he proclaimed magnanimously.

"Gee, great," David groaned, "thanks!" He dashed off to find his teammates.

The changing shed was literally, a shed. It could have been mistaken for
the place where the garden tools were kept. Barely large enough for half a
dozen small boys to cram into to change out from their clothes, it was
certainly not big enough for a dozen large boys, nine even larger men! The
women players of course had the foresight to change inside the school
somewhere. The men and boys were struggling to get into their kit all at
the same time.

David plunged into the melee, pulling off his clothes and trying to hang
them on one of the rickety hooks in the wall. They mostly ended falling off
and joining the jumble of clothes on the floor getting trampled
underfoot. He got everything off and unrolled Mac's stuff. The shorts had
once been white, but did not look as though they'd ever been
laundered. They were also not in very good repair. The material was thin
and worn, the seams were coming undone, and they were very short. They
looked very precarious to David.

The shirt was similarly threadbare. It was an old plain undershirt about
the same colour as the shorts. `At least I'm coordinated,' David mused. The
shirt had the sleeves removed, so it was more like a tank. There was a pair
of red socks, but there was no jock. David looked for his underwear, but it
was now irretrievably lost in the mess on the floor.

Sighing, David put the kit on. The shorts were nothing short of a
disaster. His cock would barely stay in them. In fact, if he pulled the
shorts up to cover his ass, it fell right out of the leg. If he pulled them
down to cover his cock, two inches of his ass was prominently displayed!
David in the end opted for his cock being covered and his ass being
exposed. Not only that, but the seams up the sides of the shorts were
unraveling, and there were sizeable slits on both sides. Only about four
inches on the right and three on the left was still joined together! David
put on the shirt. It was skintight and did not even cover his navel.

When he finally emerged from the shed, David looked quite comical. He
looked as though he was literally bursting his seams, as though he had
taken some demonic growth potion that had caused him to expand right inside
his clothes and he was on the verge of bursting them like the Incredible
Hulk!

He drew a lot of jeers, cheers and laughter as he trotted self-consciously
onto the field. The shorts were uncomfortably tight, and pulled right into
his ass. David did not know it then, but they were also quite translucent
because the material had worn so thin. The colour of his skin showed
through, so that from the rear his ass looked almost naked. At the front,
his cock was clearly visible.

Several women clasped hands over their mouths when they first laid eyes on
him. Some of them felt quite maternal -- he looked like an orphan waif,
with his disheveled hair flopping around, his slim muscled body barely clad
in the tatters that looked as though they would blow away in the wind. Most
endearing of all though, was the forlorn expression on his face. Not only
was David dressed in the most ridiculous outfit, he felt as though he were
walking to his execution!

He hated soccer! He didn't know if he hated the game because he was no good
at it, or if he was no good at it because he hated it. Either way he had
not played the stupid game since he was forced to in high school.

So he ran as gracefully as he could to join in the warm up exercises. The
gym teacher, who was referee for the day, led the assembled teams in some
jogging, jumping and stretching. The stretching was a big mistake for
David. On the first bend, there was a loud ripping sound. Everyone laughed
and looked at him -- there was no one else it could be! David felt around
behind him and found a large rip in the seat of his shorts!

He called out to the Ref, "Hey Martin, I think I need to get kitted out
again!"

"No time, David, you'll have to play like that!" And with that he called
the teams to order. The captains tossed and the teams spread out to their
positions. David had to be told where to go. The whistle blew and they were
off. David spent most of the game running aimlessly around, clearly
clueless as to what he should be doing. In his mind he hoped that if he
could avoid the ball at all costs, he might get through the game without
revealing his complete incompetence, or worse, causing his team to lose
through some gross error like scoring in his own goal. He'd done exactly
that before!

In the ebb and flow of the game, he was unable to stay clear, and often
found himself being yelled at to pass. He'd make an attempt, but would
either miss the ball, or get tripped by one of the kids on the opposing
team.

As the players came together near him and he was surrounded from time to
time, some of the boys would grab his shorts trying to increase the rips!
They also grabbed at his shirt, which soon began to show signs of
disintegration!

At half time, with the score a two-each draw. David's shirt had finally
fallen completely off, and his shorts were ripped right up to the waistband
on either side, and the right back panel was completely ripped away, so
that his entire buttock was exposed. He complained to the referee that he
needed to get something to wear, but the guy was enjoying David's
discomfort and would not allow it, saying the game would resume before he
could get back.

The second half of the game was quite rough, since the pressure was now
on. David thought it had been rough before! His shorts continued to fall
apart on him. He was disconcerted when the front at the left started to rip
away from the waistband! His thigh was now exposed by this flapping piece
of material. It made a good target for the kids to grab as he ran his
erratic course mostly away from the ball.

Finally, he was able to avoid the dreaded ball no more. It came right at
him and he miraculously stopped it at his feet. He started running,
dribbling it in front of him. Looking up he saw the boy's goalie staring at
him. The goal was open before him! Seemingly in slow motion, he raced
towards the goalie who stretched out his arms and moved slowly towards
him. David feinted to one side and then drew his leg back for a mighty kick
to the ball. As he did so, the opposing defence players, taken off guard,
caught up with him but could not quite catch him in time. The nearest
player tripped and fell headlong towards David, arms stretched out in front
of him.

Two things happened simultaneously. David's foot connected with the ball
and the diving boy's hand grabbed David's shorts. The ball soared past the
goalie, David was hurtling headlong towards him hopelessly off balance, and
his shorts were completely ripped off his body. The tackler with David's
ragged shorts in hand fell on his face. David now stark naked except for
his boots slammed into the goalie and they both collapsed in a heap.

The crowd went wild! David thought he had scored a goal, but the goalie had
managed to just tip the ball with his fingers, and put it out of play
inches from the goal post. It was a corner kick.

The crowd was cheering David. Not just because he was naked, but because of
the valiant effort. Now there was no way David's team were going to let him
retreat from the field to cover up! They all crowded around the opposing
goal, just seconds away from the final whistle, while one of the players
lined up for the kick. The ball came soaring over their heads, and David,
in the middle of the crowd jumped up as high as he could, mainly to see
what was happening. The ball smashed him on the side of his forehead making
him see stars! It then careened over the head of the goalie to score the
goal! The final whistle blew. The crowd went ballistic!

David was hoisted onto his team's shoulders and paraded around the field to
the cheers of the winning supporters and the jeers of the losers. Everyone
gasped as they got a closer look at his nipple and cock rings. He was quite
a sight! Dirty and muddy from the game, naked and be-ringed in gold, his
summer tan glowing with life and vitality. There were many erections
hastily hidden amongst the team and the onlookers!

The parade marched up to the school heading for the showers, no thought of
allowing David to collect his clothes from the shed. Before reaching the
building, David was lowered to the ground and became lost in the crowd of
players and boys as they made their excited way inside. Many boys crowded
round David, asking him about the game, but really wanting a close up look
at him. Some of them held onto him as boys do, and gradually David found
himself more and more separated from his team, and more surrounded by the
boy's team. As they reached the second floor dorm showers, the staff went
into the first one, and the boys, dragging David with them went into the
second one at the far end of the hall.

They helped David remove his boots and, stripping themselves, they all
hustled him into the large communal shower with them. It all happened with
such a rush and commotion, that David did not really have time to collect
his thoughts until he was standing naked, in the middle of the a crowd of
naked students under the blessedly welcome hot steamy water.

Gradually David began to register his situation. He had not had much to do
with this senior group of boys before. These boys were big! David looked
like a child in their midst. Towering over him was the boys' captain, Errol
Minot, a huge muscular black boy -- man really David thought. He must be
almost nineteen now. The other boys were shorter and less intimidating than
Minot, but equally strong and muscular, at least compared to David.

"So Mr. Jones, you are the big hero!" said Minot in that deceptively gentle
voice of his.

"Oh, wouldn't say that!" David demurred.

"No, neither would we!" returned Minot, "I don't like being beaten,
`specially by a little runt like you!"

`Oh, god!' thought David.

Several of the other boys murmured agreement and moved in closely to the
two of them.

"Still, it's only a game," said Minot brightly, "maybe we should reward the
hero?" he raised his eyes to the crowd of boys around. They of course were
all very scared of Minot, having been on the receiving end of his temper at
various times throughout their school career. Most were appalled that he
was back, having expected that in their last year they'd be free of him.

Minot picked up the soap and began to soap David's body down. "Oh, that's
okay, you don't need to do that!" exclaimed David in a panic.

"Now Mr. Jones, just relax and let it happen," soothed Minot, adding with
the slightest overtone of menace, "it's gonna happen anyway, might as well
enjoy it."

Minot's hands were huge yet surprisingly gentle. He began soaping David,
and there was no doubt in David's mind that he was going to do so very
thoroughly. The other boys began to join in and soon David was struggling
to maintain his dignity and composure as a dozen of the most athletic and
sexy boys in the school began to rub their hands all over his naked body.

Hands ran over his legs from his groin to his feet, fondling his private
parts, playing with them, rolling them around, stretching them, tugging
them, and squeezing them. At the same time, his arms and shoulders were
massaged, his spine was massaged and his chest and stomach were rubbed,
fingers poking firmly at his tired muscles. It was relaxing, but David knew
with a dreadful certainty where this was leading. Fingers probed down his
ass questing at his hole, soon they were in, one, two three or more, and
not all on the same hand he was sure!

His cock had the inevitable reaction and was soon rigid and drooling with
the attention. So were the cocks of everyone else in the shower David
noticed. Some of those kids were well endowed! Minot especially had a cock
that rivaled Ron of the elephant dick!

That thought made David so horny he could barely control himself. Minot
moved around behind and began to probe David's ass with his cock. David
mentally readied himself. It did not occur to him to resist. Vaguely
somewhere in his mind David reflected upon this strange turn of
events. Just a few short weeks ago he would have been outraged that a group
of students would try to gang-rape him. He did not doubt that they would
all fuck him in turn, and looking around him at the horny young men with
their twitching rigid dicks, he almost licked his lips lasciviously.

Minot's lathered cock slipped into his hole without a twinge of pain. "My
god, this guy's like a pussy!" exclaimed Minot. He began to pump. He wasn't
gentle. Like a steam locomotive piston he began to ram David's ass. He was
like a wild man. Yet as wild as Minot was, David matched him thrust for
thrust, arching his back, pushing his rear down onto the rutting black
man. "He's a bitch in heat!" yelled Minot, "oh, god, I'm cumming!" And he
came and came and came. Grunting, sweating, water running all over them, he
poured his semen deep into David's receptive bowels.

Minto pulled out reluctantly, being pushed aside -- though not too
forcefully -- by the other boys who all wanted their turn. David entered
his sexual twilight zone. He was only conscious of his asshole and the hard
insistently ramming cocks that were invading it.

Some cocks were longer; some fatter; some were little tickle devices! All
were welcome as far as David was concerned. He had no thought for how he
was going to face being the teacher in front of a class full of kids who
had fucked his ass!

It finally came to and end. The kids showered off and left him alone under
the running water. David went into the toilet stall and pooped out the
massive volumes of cum from his ass, then returned and cleaned himself up.

Mac tentatively poked his head around the corner of the shower. "You okay,
David?" he asked gently.

David looked at him through misty eyes, "Yeah, I'm fine." He turned off the
shower and walked toward the boy. Mac wrapped him in a towel and hugged
him.

"I could hear them in here, but they wouldn't let me in."

"Don't worry about it."

"What are you going to do?"

"What do you mean? I'll get dressed -- if I can find anything -- then go
home."

"No, I mean about them?" Mac jerked his head in the general direction of
`out there.'

"I'm not doing anything. Why, do you think I should?"

"They fucked you, didn't they?" Mac was puzzled by David's reaction.

"Yes they fucked me. All of them I think."

"So. You can have them all expelled!"

"Mac, my dear boy, there is something you should know. I didn't resist! I
could have gone on all night. Their cocks were blissful!"

"David! But you're a teacher here! Everyone is gonna know what happened. If
you do nothing you'll be fair game for everyone," David experienced a
thrilling adrenalin rush as Mac said this and imagined being a sex slave to
an entire school, "and you have to stand up in front of these kids every
day. They've all seen you naked, and this bunch have fucked you!"

"Mac, you've fucked me! So have Delroy and Tom!" said David reasonably.

Mac made towards the door, "You better come and borrow some clothes," he
gave David a look as he exited into the corridor.

David had some trouble interpreting that look. He wrapped the towel around
his waist and followed, thinking hard. What was Mac saying to him? What did
that look mean? Anger? Hurt? Not -- Jealousy? Suddenly David realized
that's exactly what it was. Mac was Jealous.

Not surprising really, he realized. They had spent most of the summer
sleeping together as lovers. Now school was back and they both knew that
close relationship had to end -- not that it was wise to begin with -- and
the reality was hard on both of them. Now Mac might be feeling not only
abandoned but also betrayed. Betrayed to the entire senior soccer team!

This might be a problem.

David entered the boy's dorm, and stopped dead in his tracks. There,
sitting in just his underwear, was Errol Minot! Mac was rummaging around in
a drawer and flinging articles of clothing out onto his bed. Tom and Delroy
were sitting up in bed. There was a fifth boy that David didn't know. He
looked barely old enough to be at a secondary school!

Minot turned and saw David looking at him, "Hey, it's the Jones Bitch," he
laughed, "come for more, Mr. Jones?"

"Minot. You're in this dorm?"

"Tha's right." Minot studied David for a moment, noticing also what Mac was
doing. "Spencer, what y'doin?"

"Lending Mr. Jones some clothes," Mac responded curtly.

"Ah." Minot's eyes narrowed, "Now why would you be doin' that?"

The tone in Minot's voice caused Mac to stop what he was doing and look
up. "The guy's naked, alright! He can't go home like that!"

"Oh, I dunno, I think he looks kinda cute. I think it'd be good for him to
go home that way!"

The new boy looked over as he caught wind of some fun about to happen. He
got out of bed, wearing just some skimpy white briefs, and sauntered over
to sit on the edge of Minot's bed facing David.

"In fact," said Minot, "I think I got some unfinished business with Mister
Jones." He got up and walked over to David. Minot closed the dorm door
behind David, then grasped his shoulders from behind and propelled him over
towards his bed.

David instantly got an erection! `Damn!' he thought.

Minot pushed David down onto the bed lying on his back. "Minot, what the
hell are you doing?" protested David.

"I'm gonna fuck you good and hard," stated Minot matter-of-factly.

"I don't think so," David almost giggled at the sheer absurdity of it, and
made to get up. Minot pushed him down again, hard. He pulled David's legs
off the end of the bed, so his asshole was conveniently placed for
fucking. "Now, wait just a minute, you can't do this not here!" David was
beginning to panic, realizing that the huge guy meant what he said. He
looked around at `his boys' expecting some kind of support. They all
avoided looking at him, including Mac!

Minot found some kind of lube in his beside drawer and proceeded to apply
it to his immense erection. David's cock hardened even more.

"Minot, please don't do this," David begged, "I'll do anything you want,
but please don't do this."

"Mister Jones, you surely will do ANYTHING I want, and I also want to fuck
you NOW, so I will," Minot exuded total assurance, "the ANYTHING will come
later -- I'll work out a schedule for you. YOU are now MINE!" and with
that, he proceeded to insert his cock into David's hole, while holding
David's legs splayed out and up.

The new boy was still sitting at the side of Minot's bed watching David and
Minot in rapt fascination. Michael Dalrymple the Third slipped out of his
underwear and dropped them on the floor. He was a skinny, body-hairless
kid, with blonde spiky hair and blue eyes. He looked mostly skin and
bones. However, he had a very prominent cock, and large balls -- they
looked all out of proportion with his overall frame. His cock also looked
very red as if it were sore from overuse. Right now it was rock hard and
beginning to ooze. It was not thick, but it was very long, with a prominent
angry-looking mushroom head. The boy turned to look closely at David. He
looked up at Minot who gave him a slight nod.

Michael Dalrymple the Third straddled David's chest high up knees pinning
his biceps and pushed his cock down towards David's face. "Suck it!" he
commanded.

"Get lost!" said David.

For answer, Dalrymple began to slap David's face hard with his long skinny
cock! David was surprised at how much it hurt. It stung a lot! He wondered
how this scrawny kid with the surprising cock could stand the pain! If it
hurt David this much, it must hurt the kid even more. David kept his mouth
firmly shut.

The side-to-side cock slapping continued and the force increased until
David could stand it no more. He opened his mouth to protest, and Dalrymple
instantly shoved his cock directly down David's throat! Again David was
taken by surprise. His teeth raked the cock shaft as it penetrated his
mouth, and must have been painful for the boy!

David was to learn to his cost over the coming days just how much Michael
Dalrymple the Third was into pain. Not only receiving, but also giving!

David was also in the process of learning that Minot had an absolutely
insatiable appetite for fucking! And now the huge `boy' had found a willing
and almost captive fuck slave, he was going to use him to the utmost.

David now had two long and very desirable cocks inserted into him. He was
not experienced at cock sucking, and had never had a cock down his throat
before. As a result when the cock penetrated to the back of his throat in
the first quick thrust, he gagged and his eyes watered. He struggled
mightily, but with the little guy on his chest, and the huge Minot holding
him down, he had no chance to get either of them off. He experienced some
moments of sheer terror -- he felt claustrophobic and suffocated. However,
as both boys were beginning to pump in and out with their cocks, he was
able to gasp a breath of air every so often. He forced himself to relax
since like the Borg, `resistance was futile!'

He began dimly to realize that in a situation in which he had no control of
his own body, the only real choice was total surrender.

The fucking went on for an endless period of time. David could see nothing
but the face and the cock of the kid in his mouth, and from time to time
the face of Minot over the little runt's shoulder. He could not see the
other boys in the room -- `his' boys. They were certainly doing nothing to
stop this. He vaguely wondered if Minot had some kind of hold on all of
them. He would have thought that Mac and Delroy could together have taken
Minot.

In the end he entered his own twilight zone in which his ass became the
fulcrum of existence. Surprisingly, the two boys were approaching their
climax at the same time, and as they did, the knowledge of their building
eruption also triggered David's own orgasm. The three of them came
absolutely simultaneously, grunting, moaning, sweating.

"Ohh, man that's good," sighed Minot. Dalrymple having shot his load
straight down David's throat, had flung his head back, groin forward and
seemed frozen with his cock firmly at maximum extension inside
David. Unable to breath, David relaxed and avoided struggling or panic. He
closed his eyes and let his body come down from it's climactic high. He
felt the lack of oxygen to his brain and began to black out. Still he
didn't struggle, and he felt the room begin to darken and fade. Sounds
became distant.

Suddenly there was a commotion and light and breath returned with violent
paroxysms of coughing.

Mac had finally intervened and pulled the semi-comatose Dalrymple off
David's chest, ripping his cock out of David's throat!. There was some
blood oozing from the deflating cock where it has sliced against David's
teeth! Dalrymple seemed unfazed.

"You fucking idiot!" yelled Mac almost in tears, "you could ha' killed
him!"

"So what?" sneered Dalrymple, "he's only an asshole teacher! And a fag as
well!"

Mac was outraged, "YOU fuck his face, and HE'S a fag?" he was incredulous.

"YOU," said Michael Dalrymple the Third, standing face-to-face with Mac,
his nose almost touching Mac's chin, "are a jerk. You're probably a fag
too!"

Mac thrust his arms forward to push Dalrymple's shoulder and throw him
backwards, but was surprised when Dalrymple dropped to the floor, grasping
his wrists and pulled hard while at the same time kicking hard upwards
planting his foot squarely into Mac's balls!

Mac yelled but could neither hold his balls as the agony exploded inside
them, nor could he stop himself flying face-forward over the supine
Dalrymple to land face first on the hard wood floor! He crumpled into a
heap, nursing his nuts and his nose!

Dalrymple stood over him naked, with his softening cock dripping. He kicked
Mac with his bare foot as hard as he could in the ass. His big toe pushed
it's way into Mac's ass crack and landed painfully and with unerring
accuracy directly on his asshole. Mac yelled in renewed agony, and
straightened his body up slightly. Dalrymple jumped over his body and
delivered another hard kick to his balls! That finished Mac. He dissolved
into a blubbering wreck, holding himself curled into a fetal position.

Delroy and Tom stared at this scene in mounting horror.

Dalrymple turned away from Mac and stared at David as he lay gasping
convulsively on the bed. His body was still splayed out, his legs draping
over the foot of the bed. Minot was watching the Dalrymple--Macdonald scene
with amusement.

"Way to go, little guy! You're tougher than you look!" They high-fived each
other.

"Okay, Mister Jones, I'm tired, it's time for you to get out of here!
There's the door!" With that he stretched his leg over and rolled David off
the bed with his foot and then hopped in, pulling the covers over
himself. David fell with a painful thud to the floor, from where he
struggled to get up. Delroy and Tom stared in pained horror, fearing to
make any move to help.

David stood with difficulty, still breathing heavily. Dalrymple confronted
him, grasping his cock in one hand and one of David's nipple rings in the
other. He twisted the nipple painfully around. David squawked. He also
pulled and squeezed David's cock with such extreme violence that David
collapsed onto his knees.

"Gettup you fag cocksucker," yelled Dalrymple. When David made it back to
his feet, with Dalrymple still torturing the nipple and the cock, he said,
"you leave here now and don't you dare try to wear anything before you get
home! I will know if you do!" He released David who staggered backwards
towards Minot's bed, until Minot was able to plant his foot firmly on
David's backside and give a mighty shove. David flew towards the door,
which Dalrymple held open as David sailed uncontrollably into the
corridor. The door slammed behind him.

"Are you allowed to be naked all the time?" a curious young boy asked
him. He was dressed in pajamas bottoms, and carrying his toothbrush on his
way to the washroom.

"Ah, yeah, it's okay for today," said David, really having no idea what he
was saying.

"Cool!" said the boy, dropping his pj's and continuing off to the washroom
leaving them in a heap on the floor. David regarded the retreating
buttocks, and was sorely tempted to put on the abandoned pajama bottoms. He
remembered Dalrymple's warning, sighed and headed off to the stairs.

Only the very youngest boys had gone to bed, so David ran into a number of
boys and even staff in the halls as he made his way out of the
building. Perhaps they were all unfazed because David had won the soccer
match while totally naked, so there seemed to be no reason not to still be
naked. David did not think about it too much. He was too anxious to get
home and to try to think through what had just happened.

He met several people on the way home. They all congratulated him on his
win in the soccer game, and some wondered why he had not seen fit to get
dressed again. He was vague in his answers, and they thought perhaps he was
a little inebriated, poor boy!

When he got into his empty house, the phone rang. It was Minot calling from
the phone on his dorm's corridor. "Mr. Jones? You did good, you got home
naked, good boy!" How he could possibly know, David had no idea, he glanced
around his kitchen wondering if there were cameras broadcasting his private
life up to the entire school. He had a sudden ridiculous feeling that he
was appearing naked on every television in every dorm common room at the
school!

"How, ah, do you know?"

"I just know, Mr. Jones, you can't escape from me. I'm calling to let you
know when your next appointment is."

"My appointment? What appointment?" David was mystified.

"Why your next fucking appointment of course," Minot's voice was smiling.

"I've no idea what you're talking about," David was offended at the
language, not catching on to what Minot was intimating.

"Mr. Jones, listen carefully, I need you here in my dorm at six o'clock
tomorrow morning, so you can wake me up!"

"I can't come and wake you up!" David was shocked. Not as shocked as he was
going to be however.

"Mr. Jones, don't be dumb. You will be here by six and you will leave your
house naked, and you will come into my dorm, and you will get into my bed
beside me and you will wake me up by sucking my cock. When I'm awake I will
fuck you! We are going to do this every day until the end of term! Later
tomorrow we'll discuss how else you are going to serve me! Goodnight!"

"No! Wait, wait just a goddamn minute!" David yelled into the phone. But
the line was dead.

`Fuck him,' thought David. No way was he doing that.

As he was struggling to fall asleep that night, he tried to put the demand
out of his mind. It was of course absolutely out of the question. He did
however experience that frisson of excitement at the thought. But he could
NOT do it. It was sheer professional suicide -- even if he hadn't already
committed professional suicide through the activities of today.

No, he would damn well NOT go, what the hell could Minot possibly do to
him?

It did not remotely occur to David what Minot could do to him, especially
when teamed up with the diabolical Michael Dalrymple the Third!